Early this morning, when I was on hallway duty, Esther* (a sweet 4th grader) was walking down the hallway when a 2nd grade boy came barrelling out of his classroom, arms open wide. Esther* edged up against the wall and scurried past the little boy.
Me: Esther*, what's going on? Didn't you want Jordan* to hug you?
Esther*: No way!
Me: Hmmm, does he bug you or something?
Esther*: Well, see, he LIKE likes me.
Later in the day....
Second Grade, sitting on the floor, playing a very exciting card game, Name the Instrument, with the kids.
Me: Hey, everyone, would you mind scooting back just a little bit? I'm getting kind of claustrophobic with you crowding over me like this.
After a minute or so....
Hank* (looking at me with a quizzical expression) : Wait, Ms. N, does that mean that you're afraid of Santa Claus?
Esther*, Jordan* and Hand* are, of course, not these students' real names.
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